[ If Zack notices anything about the tapping, he doesn't say anything. Of course, it might also have something to do with just how south this conversation has gone this fast. He's also still a little caught up with the pacing, too, doing another round before he frowns at the ground with his hands square on his hips. ]

I dunno if they can control the weather necessarily. [ They can do a lot of things, sure, but even that sounds pretty far fetched to him. ] But... there's definitely something out there, some kind of muscle underground. Maybe that's what went after whoever went out of control in the end. Or maybe there's even several of those somethings. Who knows?

[ No matter who or what argues otherwise that they don't exist and that they're just seeing something, that it's just a hallucination, there's been plenty of gruesome proof in the morgues that, well... There's definitely something down there not happy to see them if they decide to tempt fate. Maybe they also have something to do with this? It's his best guess. But even then, considering how many frozen bodies are out there in the snow and how violent those deaths had been...

Zack groans to himself and rubs his face in exasperation. ] I dunno, man.